The Space Between Her Legs

Ama along with the other hockey parents are concerned about the fate of their home ice The Weston Lions Arena a historic rink in Toronto built in 1949. Her son has played defense on the team for the last four years. She enjoys the comradery with the other hockey parents, the only downside is that she's the only single mom and black parent on the team. Ama was embarrassed about being single but she could not help the fact that she was a widow at thirty six, her husband died of acute pancreatitis 6 years ago leaving her now alone with her young twelve year old son. She emigrated from Ghana after his death. As a nurse she knew her skills were in demand in Canada. As a nurse she cared for others but she was rarely cared for.

She loves the games on home ice the most. The Weston Arena is an old school Arena - authentic Canadiana in every way. The arena is under threat now. Toronto City Council approved demolition back in November. This made her deeply sad and she discussed this in detail with Sean the team coach. Ama has a secret crush on him, she figures he knows she has been flirting with him relentlessly. Ama has deep dark fantasies about Sean even though white men are not her type. She appreciates the special attention he pays to her son as her son is struggling with his hockey skills. Sean's voice carries the easy calm she'd come to crave. Many times Sean compliments her on the gap between her front teeth. He tells her the gap is very sexy as he flirts. She has encountered many dentists in the city who wanted to fix her diastema - they saw the gap as a flaw. In Ghana a gap between the front teeth is a sign of good fortune as well as sexual appeal. Her grandmother always told her men would be eating out of her hands. Her gap is a symbol of her sensuality and heritage and Sean recognizes this.

Ama had never acclimated to the harsh Toronto winters. This February the weather felt both literally and emotionally cold. Despite the cold she still chose not to wear undergarments. She did not want to conform to restrictive expectations. She always wore long flowing cotton skirts rather than pants to the arena, the metal seats were always frigid.

This particular Friday night after the game the team decides to go for a bite at Zeal Burgers but Ama and Sean hang back at the arena to chat. She knows her confidence unnerves him. They walk down a corridor to a more secluded part of the arena towards the change rooms. Here they start to kiss. It is always very stinky in the change room area from the pungent odor of the sweaty hockey equipment that lingers.

Sean leads her into an empty change room and locks the door behind them. She did not think he would be so assertive. She imagines she embodies a magnetic passion, a joyful sensuality. She wants to connect on a hidden level after all the years of casual flirting. Ama is glad that she has massaged shea butter and frankincense essential oil in her skin as an antidote to the putrid smells. She inhales her own pleasant aroma. Sean's hands are now under her skirt. He is surprised to find that she is not wearing underwear and he can insert his fingers deep inside her. She allows him. She unzips his pants and massages his cock, slowly but with great intensity. Their kisses become more deep. At this point he gently slams her into the baby blue lockers. First he enters her from behind - it is easy as she is very exposed. He turns her around and they make love facing each other. The rhythm is perfect for her - not rushed, loving, peaceful. She can feel Sean's orgasm. She withholds her climax as she prefers to be in a constant state of arousal.

They go to the burger joint and meet the rest of the team. They now hear the arena is saved and won't be demolished.

Ama and her son drive the short distance to their apartment. She puts her son to bed and she goes to her bedroom and crawls into bed. The echo of the encounter lingers in her body and mind. Ama closes her eyes remembering Sean's musky scent. She decides to touch herself - maybe she does desire a climax after all. Her hand follows memories rhythm to a powerful orgasm.